[attr="class","sinbody2"]Jaron had been making his way lackadaisically toward the Drop Point, because he'd seen another ship closing in but doubted his luck was good enough to get him anything this time. The trek to and from the Point was becoming a monotonous one, because he seemed to endlessly trudge along without ever having anything to show for it. It was disheartening, to say the least.

But this time, as he drew closer, he let himself get his hopes up. The ship, per usual, stood out blindingly in the sun... But there was also something smaller, squatter, that gleamed more brilliantly. Was that.... What he thought it was? Attention piquing like a dog promised a treat, Jaron's pace picked up. The closer he got, the faster he walked - until he was jogging and then, yes, full-out sprinting. It earned him a few strange glances from those around him, including the Watchers guarding the items, which finally got him to put himself in check. Clearing his throat, he forced himself to slow, glancing side to side to see how many people were still observing his weird behavior. They probably thought he was new to the planet and were waiting for the sheer disappointment that would soon overcome him once he realized not everyone got something every drop.

It wasn't until then that he saw the back of his least favorite person, heading off in the opposite direction with a haul of stuff. Scowling, Jaron turned slightly away so Dude would hopefully not recognize him.. Though after an adventure into the wilderness he thought that chance was pretty slim. Well, maybe he just wouldn't turn back; it looked like he had everything he needed.

Attention returning to that shiny object that was indeed what he'd thought it was, Jaron grinned madly. Giggling to himself in glee, he threw himself down on the hood of his car, arms splayed wide. It was hot from being in the sun, but that also meant it would be charged and drivable. Feeling like a kid in a candy shop, he scanned his thumb on the little pad embedded in the door handle and pulled the door up. Suspending itself like a dragon's wing, Jaron got a little tingly. He hadn't actually stepped inside the car before - he'd bought it, scanned himself in, and put it on the cargo ship. Yahveh, this must be what the Americans felt on Christmas. Trying his hardest not to look like a complete idiot with his little moment of celebration, he got in.

The seat was hot, and the steering wheel threatened to burn his hands. But hell, it was still glorious. Sighing to himself, Jaron leaned his head back and scanned the world from inside his new prized possession.... And realized a fatal flaw he hadn't thought of ahead of time.

....They were surrounded by sand. A lot of sand. The nearest solid ground was bare minimum two miles away. The only reason the Quant hadn't sunk already was because of the solid metal plate it'd been lowered to the ground on.... But the second he drove it off of that, it would be stuck in the desert forever. "MOTHER OF-.." He bit his lip, cutting off the rest. He was such an idiot!! How in the hell was he going to get this thing home? Even if he got it out of the sand, there wasn't any way to get it across the river. It was so damn close to the ground that the engine would surely flood even if he tried to drive it through the most shallow part.

Defeated, he remained where he was, one hand covering his face. He wanted to cry.